your hook has grown firmly in my mouth,
strings stretched tight like rope for walking.
you've curved your ribboned rainbow within a rusty wall,
and put painless pressure on the basement of my belly.
there exists no match for my adoration,
not one for fire or one for flame.
radiant in heat like hair toned red,
we are poetic in sleep.
sinking in the warmth of our weather,
creating shapes like full red roses in bound cotton feathers.
you've formed around my back now,
finger weaving thumb,
and you're kissing the walls of dream's soft skin.
my fevering love ship,
we may be too tattered and torn between your sheets,
but even if the future promised rest,
we would not sleep.
